Moonspear m'lady is vicious

Words were not spoken, but actions were understood. She settled low, like the spider that she was, carefully finding her center of gravity while prowling to strike. She watched Hydra's position; a true battler. She protected all the vital positions, and Desdemona learned from them and approached the same way, to cover what was needed, the throat, the behind, a shield for herself. There was no one in her life to properly teach to fight, all she learned was from watching, and defending from brutal pack attacks. A show of skills, but a valuable lesson for darken wolf.

An invitation that was accepted, as Desdemona lunged forward to what seemed to be the neck area. It was her usual to attack, but due to it's protection she thought of another way- to perhaps grab at her maw. It could be difficult for one to attack if their main weapon is constricted, not to mention she thought the other would wildly avoid, turning her head.. A chance to strike a blow, a critical hit toward the neck. Though she knew within, the Queen would not be an easy opponent.